One Alpha, his brow creased in confusion, finally spoke up. “Alpha Asher, is this your daughter with Luna Amara? She’s the spitting image of her.”
Amara. Her name lingered like a shadow from a distant past. She had once been Alpha Asher’s cherished mate, taken too soon in a rogue ambush at Moon Valley long before I entered his world. Her death deepened Asher’s deep-seated hatred for rogues and his thirst for vengeance.
“Alpha, the Moon Goddess has indeed blessed you with a daughter so divine,” another stated, their gaze still fixed on Beatrice.
My heart tightened as realization set in. They all believed Beatrice belonged to Amara. It baffled me. How could they not see she was my daughter?
Alpha Asher’s commanding voice sliced through the murmurs. “Beatrice is not Amara’s child. Amara has been gone for eight years,” he declared.
He extended his hand to me and, with a smile, introduced me. "This is Vienna Bernett, my mate, my wife, and the mother of my daughter."
A hushed silence fell over the room as heads turned and whispers stirred. It was clear many had no idea I was his new mate. But this wasn’t new to me.